A Loss That Lent Itself to Life.

Grief is such a peculiar emotion. It is ever present and takes many different forms and tones. Time doesn’t heal it, only changes it. It’s a wound that scabs but never scars. I lost my mother 18 years ago today. And now, I am pondering if that heart wrenching loss is what ultimate gave me life.…

Her Last Chance.

A despairing film covers her eyes, blocking sight of arms reaching for her. She’s twisted in pain, unable to absorb love. Really see her. See her hidden scars. Suspend her grief. Her mind is teetering that fine line. It’s up to you. ************************************************************************************************************** Do you see her much? Click the badge to learn more about the Gargleblasher challenge over at…

Motherless Mom.

I tend to express more grief on the day my mother was born than the day that she died.  A little baby girl entered the world as innocent as my own,  and then endured four lifetimes worth of struggle in 46 short years.  That’s a tough pill for me to swallow.  Even harder because I am her baby girl. …

Motherless Mom.

For me, it’s hard to find the words to convey what it is like to be a Motherless daughter.  It means something different at every stage in my life.  Hope Edelman wrote in her book “Motherless Daughters” about wanting to shout to everyone that her mom died because it sums up so much of who she is.  I…